Bodega BAMZ - 1,000 Pounds lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] b**h I'm in it to win it Salute me like a lieutenant Rolling stoned in the Caddy Kush clouds blur my vision I can see you lame n***as Out of sight, out of mind Check your watch little homie Oh man it's just my time I go beast on any beat Rest In Peace, second line If you just hearing bout me Go catch up you far behind I do my thing in this b**h Represent that east side Blowing OG while I creep in my G ride Moving slowly down the street Throw up the peace sign To my youngings on the block Trying to eat off nicks and dimes Playing the corner with the Glocks Come up short they're popping out They're bout wilding they're bout drama They ain't letting nothing slide If you wanna set trip then it's gon' be a homicide If you ain't bout that life then it's best you stay inside n***a lets ride, n***a lets ride Roll that kush, put it to the fire Inhale exhale, lets get high Let's get this money we'll never die (you know) [Chorus 2x] This that 40 sipping, finger twisting, gangster sh** Fresh as f**, banger tucked, what you see is what you get Cruising up and down the strip Yeah I'm smoking out the whip Higher than 1,000 pounds n***a I stay on my sh** [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz] (Yo) The 9 mil I keep by my bed It's for my b**hes, when I f** I press it on their heads And pull the trigger with no clip in it Even though I'm that n***a I'm trading drug business when I'm on the sh**ter I'm paranoid, two Desert Eagles in my catalogue Til my b**h [?] like Lara Croft I could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards I'm just a dealer, [?] 24 hour grind, 5 minute showers Got my dough up, gonna blow up like the f**ing towers f**ing cowards every sixteen sour I wanna get it Maybe I'll die tomorrow But I'm going to live today You just a little giant Danny O'Shea I'm just a young Papi With an old fade My flow genuine like a [?] [Verse 3] You can't shake the unshakeable Fade the unfadable, play the unplayable Puerto Rican rum and [?] that's my bloodline I need my holy water I confess Used to sell d** on that project bench Used to duck D's climb the project fence Had to be low like the project's rent You clearly don't have clue about project sense [Verse 4: Paris] I'm Paris, my name's French Connections will get you sentenced And mentions will get you pressed Like working out on that bench My pockets were full on lint Talking (?) bish Living that life that will have your wife missing For really the east side like the old kid Kurupt Fiends stay on line like I give them free traps Fiends been online since the AOL trials Black nines, black gloves like the OJ trial (pow) [Chorus 2x] This that 40 sipping, finger twisting, gangster sh** Fresh as f**, banger tucked, what you see is what you get Cruising up and down the strip Yeah I'm smoking out the whip Higher than 1,000 pounds n***a I stay on my sh**